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Post by sproutofwrath on Nov 17, 2007 16:55:00 GMT -5
I may be a bit of a newb, but during our party in AROME, I couldn't help notice the many lotr songs that appeared.
So I thought we could come up with a few of our own, if we get enough together, maybe a K-Tel Xmas Special!?!
I've posted the songs that I've come up with so far. I'll also post on here songs that anyone else comes up with.
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Post by sproutofwrath on Nov 17, 2007 16:56:07 GMT -5
In Skele Army Yes, you can sail the seven seas In Skele Army Yes, you can put your mind at ease In Skele Army Come on now, people, make a stand In Skele Army, in Skele Army Come on wave a bony hand In Skele Army Come on, protect the motherland In Skele Army Come on and join your fellow man In Skele Army Come on people, and make a stand In Skele Army, in Skele Army, in Skele Army
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Post by sproutofwrath on Nov 17, 2007 16:56:51 GMT -5
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Skele, Skele man I've got to be, a Skele man Skele, Skele man I've got to be a Skele! (all right)
Skele, Skele man (yeah, yeah) I've got to be, a Skele man Skele, Skele man I've got to be a Skele! All Right!
Ugh! Skele..baby! Bones, bones, bones wanna feel my bones, Bones, bones, bones gonna thrill my bones, Bones, bones, bones don'tcha stop my bones, Bones, bones, bones it's so hot my bones
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Post by sproutofwrath on Nov 17, 2007 16:57:37 GMT -5
Come, lets go a-partying far And see what may be our finds Where Butterbur's Ale and cookies are And biscuits of many kinds Many songs we hope you will refrain And instead our singing learn, For on the morrow we'll be here again To get the papers for which we yearn We do not seek your hobbit ways We will stay here till the end Until the end of your singing days Those surrender papers best you mend Then as we all move on A discovery you have made Be glad that the Skeleton Army won By partying and not by blade
After a while when we are bleary From late nights, home-brew and ales, We will return to our crypts so dreary And leave peace in your dales We will party but not fight For our way is as we please celebrating throughout the night Perhaps it's best you give Ramazakal the keys So with the papers of surrender Dreams of hobbitry can return in your minds Your region will again have splendour And a bone or two left behind.
We do not seek your hobbit ways We will stay here till the end Until the end of your singing days Those surrender papers best you mend Then as we all move on A discovery you have made Be glad that the Skeleton Army won By partying and not by blade
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Post by sproutofwrath on Nov 17, 2007 16:58:28 GMT -5
We come, we come with rattle of bone: ra-tatat ra-tatat ra-tatat tat! We come, we come with whail and scream: wooooo oooo oooo arghh! To Middle Earth! Though Middle Earth be biscuits and cookies with songs so nice; Though Middle Earth be soft and comfy, as warm as toast and here there's no vice, We go, we go, we go to party, to drink the ale and eat the sausage; We're the Skeleton Army, wherever we go there's a bit of an outrage! From a land of gloom with tramp of doom, with rattle of bone, we come, we come; To Middle Earth with doom we come! With doom we come, with doom we come!
x3
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Post by sproutofwrath on Dec 11, 2007 3:47:55 GMT -5
Surrender Try to forget torment Lying behind a smile Tears for sentiment Now you've taken awhile
For that sweet surrender You'll get what you deserve We've given you our rhyme Your dignity we will preserve Now You've done your time
Surrender We filled your hand with options And a discovery you have made One not tainted by emotions We won by partying not by blade
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Post by sproutofwrath on Dec 22, 2007 7:11:33 GMT -5
From The Kingdom of Stupid Teens
The first thing at Christmas, That's such a pain to me: Is finding a Christmas tree,
The second thing at Christmas, That's such a pain to me: rigging up the lights, and finding a Christmas tree,
The third thing at Christmas That's such a pain to me: hangovers, rigging up the lights and finding a Christmas tree,
The fourth thing at Christmas, That's such a pain to me: sending Christmas cards, hangovers, rigging up the lights and finding a Christmas tree
The fifth thing at Christmas That's such a pain to me: Five month of bills, sending Christmas cards, hangovers, rigging up the lights and finding a Christmas tree
The sixth thing at Christmas That's such a pain to me: Facing my in-laws, five months of bills, I hate those Christmas cards, hangovers, rigging up these lights and finding a Christmas tree,
The seventh thing a Christmas, that's such a pain to me: the Salvation Army, facing my in-laws, five months of bills, sending Christmas cards, ohhh geeez, I'm tryin to rig up these lights and finding a Christmas tree
The eighth thing at Christmas, that's such a pain to me: (kids voice) I want a transformer for Christmas, Charities and what do you mean your in-laws? five months of bills, uh makin up these cards, please get me a beer huh, what we have no extension cords? and finding a Christmas tree,
The ninth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me: finding parking spaces, (kid) daddy I want some candy, donations, facing my in-laws five months of bills, writing out those Christmas cards, hangovers, now why the hell are they blinking? and finding a Christmas tree,
The tenth thing at Christmas That's such a pain to me: Batteries not included, no parking spaces, (kid) by me something, get a job you bum, facing my in-laws, five months of bills, yo-ho sending Christmas cards, oh-geez look at this, one light goes out they all go out, and finding a Christmas tree,
The eleventh thing at Christmas That's such a pain to me: Stale T.V. specials, batteries not included, no parking spaces (kid) mum I gotta go bathroom, charites, she's a witch I hate her, five months of bills, i dont even know half these people, oh who has the toilet paper, turn the flashlight on I blew a fuse and finding a Christmas tree,
The twelfth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me: singing Christmas carols, stale T.V. specials, batteries not included, no parking, (kid crying), charities, gonna make em dinner, five months of bills, I'm not sending em mister that's it, shut up you, you're so smart you rig up the lights and finding a christmas tree
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